Hey, what ever happened to irate colon cleanse enthusiast and former Nonsociety oversharer Mary Rambin? We are glad you asked. She's now writing a blog called "Houston Social" (media, that is!) on the Houston Chronicle's site. Respect her swagger.

Mary Rambin, NonSociety alum and Internet fameball, has suffered recently because of the collective realization that people like her—and her give-me-a-reality-show-because-I-blog-about-my-life friends—really just aren't that interesting. It seems Rambin has stepped up her game, though: live tasing, ahead!

Oy. Vey. In today's New York Post: Sassy-scholar Marisa Meltzer's article covering the "New Wave Of Great Gatsbys" is a pu-pu (poo-poo?) platter of some of New York's most annoying Webtardolite 2.0 Fameball personae. She awarded titles to them. Our turn! Where to begin?

Looking for a job? Has anyone ever told you that you have muse-like qualities? Do you have a driver's license and 8-24 hours free each week? If so have we got the job for you!

Mary Rambin, colon cleanse enthusiast and until this week, one third of dating columnist Julia Allison's egoblogging startup, would like to shoot one of this site's writers "in the scrotum."

The separation of microcelebrity nontrepreneur Julia Allison, the dating columnist turned egoblogger, and vapid handbag designer Mary Rambin has finally happened even though everyone has known for a month.

DID YOU KNOW: Mary Rambin ate her very first grapefruit on April 10, 2009?

NonSociety, the attempt by unduly well-known dating columnist Julia Allison to blog for dollars, will soon be down to just two. Mary Rambin, her vapid handbag-designer gal pal, is quitting the startup.

Relentless egoblogger Julia Allison took a break from hurling ladyparts labels at bloggers to inform us of breaking news: Her videoblog, TMIweekly, has been picked up by NBC's New York Nonstop. How appropriate!

NonSociety, Julia Allison's experient in making macro bucks from microcelebrity, hasn't come up with a clever way of paying the bills. So she's running cheapo Google AdSense ads! Do they ever tell a story.

Why not spend your hard-earned money on a charity eBay auction to "Spend an Evening with NonSociety.Com Girls in New York"? I cannot think of a single reason. Current price: $102.50. Plenty of fringe benefits:

Casting even more doubt on whether Nicole Kidman actually incubated her baby for nine months, doctors in Australia are warning that Botox can cause birth defects after it emerged that the mother of a child born deaf and blind had used Dysport, a Botox competitor also made of botulinum toxin, in her first month of pregnancy. Okay, so choosing between a smooth forehead and the joy of bringing new life into the world is a tough decision, but no one ever said being a woman was easy. Now, who's going to break the news to Mary Rambin? [SMH]

Listen up, Mary Rambin and all other poor suckers who believe that magical herbal detoxes, fasts, or colonics will somehow "cleanse" your system of "toxins": they don't, okay. So stop buying them. Jesus.

Mary Rambin, the scholar-poet corner of ladyblog Non Society's feminist Bermuda Triangle, has, in one simple blog post, demonstrated two things that must be shut down. Immediately.

Wow, it's already January 2 and no Julia Allison posts yet? Well it's time to get you all caught up on the protofameball's shattered sense of calm and ongoing New Year's friendsult fight!

Celebrities have fallen on hard times! They can't subsidize their sad lives with appearance fees anymore. We just received a long list of pseudo-celebs looking for work. Let us share the names with you.

You know those movies where the big city hotshot character comes back to their town for the holidays and learns humbling lessons about life and love? Well that apparently played out in real life when Julia Allison—internet fame connoisseur, lifecaster—traveled back to Chicago for Thanksgiving. Between lazily pushing mashed potatoes around her plate and clubbing at "the hottest spot in Chicago," she seems to have experienced an existential crisis that led to a big, HUGE decision that she's of course loudly announced on her website: Julia Allison is going to Business School! And not just any business school. Like some sort of businessy Elle Woods, she's aiming for the crème de la crème: Harvard! And Stanford. What, like it's hard? There are, though, some small flaws in her plan:

It's the trend that wasn't: certain ladies are part of the new power elite of women who pay for their own travel via private jets. According to Private Air Daily, "[Dating columnist] Julia Allison and fellow Internet glamour girls Mary Rambin and Meghan Asha, stars of Bravo's upcoming reality show It Girls, [rumored show -Ed], are emblematic of a growing feminization of the [private jet] flight ceiling." With the show and their startup Nonsociety in mind, it's time to step right up and dance like monkeys to perform the art of the shill:

Oh, not again. Is this part of the goal of her startup Nonsociety—"liv[ing] differently"? It's Mary Rambin's second videoblogged colonic. Of course, the blog-your-colonic pioneer was Tracie from Jezebel. And Katie Couric underwent a colonscopy on her show, but that was to raise awareness of colon cancer, from which her husband died. This is more like ... raising awareness for unnecessary spa treatments. Internet: over. (Click for the video!) Update from Mary: "A shot of water up your ass to clean you out is helpful not harmful when done the right way. The procedure is certainly not “unnecessary.” Think of my video as a preventative measure against cancer. Our bodies store so many toxins from food (pesticides, chemicals, preservatives) and our bodies were not made to process and flush them out. We need help." Yes, we do. Here's her guide to eating healthy. OK, now click for the video, which should be taken as a public service announcement.

Professional lifestreamers Julia Allison, Meghan Asha and Mary Rambin launched a three-minute Web show, TMI Weekly . The serial is modeled after The View, according to the LA Times, although consumer goods seem to have been substituted for actual, you know, issues. Your Correspondent is about as far from the show's target demographic as one can be without collecting social security benefits or calling Barack Obama by his middle name, but he does feel comfortable making two observations: The program is supposed to be about "Sex. Tech. Style," but the only discussion of sex is a recurring joke about how Asha never has any. Change the tagline or live up to it. Also, the dog-fart chats really need to go. After the jump, a sample episode in which Allison reads from 37 hate-filled text messages from one of her dates.